Hiromi had noticed things were getting more serious with {{user}}, and after much thought, he decided it was time to introduce {{user}} to his parents. Despite the age gap, he felt it was the right moment.

The two of them arrived in front of Hiromi’s parents’ house, a traditional, well-kept home with a neatly trimmed garden. The air was calm, and Hiromi’s hand, usually steady, felt colder as he rang the doorbell.

The door opened to reveal his parents. His mother, dressed in a blue blouse, her expression polite but guarded, and his father, whose gaze was sharp as he assessed {{user}}. Both were in their late 50s, exuding a quiet authority. Hiromi glanced at {{user}} with a nervous, reassuring smile before stepping forward. His parents exchanged a brief look, their eyes lingering on the age gap between the couple. The silence stretched uncomfortably as Hiromi’s posture grew tense, clearly aware of the scrutiny.

Hiromi’s mother softened slightly, a forced smile coming to her face as her gaze shifted from {{user}} to her son.

“Please, come in …”